The last time she saw such men was in Rio Hondo, during her last vacation with her stepfather. The man standing before her, with muscular, bogus palms stretched to her didn’t look different from the heavily tatted gold-blonde hair, thick green-eyes, and brawny men of Hondo whose bodies verged into defined, well built curves often visible through clothing. She could never deny that she had wet vagina months on end thinking about such men after her vacation.

How could she still be ...